Chapter 1057


    Dr. Bet said, "The patient was pregnant. She showed signs of a potential miscarriage due to some


    strenuous activity."


    "What?" Lysander was thunderstruck.


    Thssa was pregnant!


    Seeing the worry etched deeply across Lysander''s face, Dr. Bet quickly added, "Fortunately, she


    was sent here on time. We''ve put her on a therapy to support the pregnancy. With some rest, she


    should be able to recover."


    Dr. Bet''s soothing voice was meant to ease the tension that had tightened every muscle in


    Lysander''s body, to reassure him that there was no need for panic.


    Strenuous activity? David caught the underlying meaning behind the doctor''s words. He struggled to


    keep a straight face, coughing lightly into his fist to hide the smirk that threatened to surface.


    Lysander had only just got Thssa back. His passion and rage must had been fiery, so his touch


    would be far from gentle, without even knowing about her pregnancy.


    Relief washed over Lysander as the doctor assured him there would be nosting problems. His heart,


    which had been racing like a trapped bird, finally began to slow.


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    At that moment, Thssa was wheeled out of the operating room by the nurses and doctors.


    Lysander approached, his gaze softening as he took in the sight of her lying on the sickbed. Her


    Seeing her so vulnerable melted the frost in Lysander''s steely eyes, giving way to tendrils of


    tenderness that enveloped him.


    Thssa caught Lysander''s intense gaze, and she couldn''t help but remember his brute force back at


    Royal Estates. Her breath hitched, and she found herself unable to meet his eyes. Hershes casting


    long shadows as she looked away.


    She was settled into a room. An IV drip delivered the medication to support her pregnancy. She was


    had never crossed her mind.


    No wonder she had been feeling nauseoustely.


    When had it happened?


    Was it that day in Lysander''s office when he had punished her against the ss door, indifferent to her


    humiliation, while David walked by outside,ing and going?


    Or was it in the backseat of the car with him overindulged?


    There had been multiple instances where his discipline had been swift and without precaution.


    Lost in her thoughts, Thssa felt the bed dip beside her and turned to see Lysander sitting next to


    her. The icy edge once present in his handsome features had now softened into his usual stoic


    demeanor.


    "Does your stomach still hurt?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly with concern.


    Thssa''s breathing was uneven as she looked into his deep-set eyes. They were the same eyes that


    had red at her furiously at Royal Estates, but now they held a calm, and even a hint of... tenderness.


    Her lips parted as she attempted to speak, her voiceing out raspy. "It doesn''t hurt."


    She hadn''t spoken for a while, and now realized how hoarse and sore her throat was. A while ago, no


    matter how loudly she had cried out, Lysander didn’t relented.


    Lysander reached for the ss of water on the nightstand and held the straw to Thssa''s lips. "Drink


    some water. It''ll help."


    Thssa didn''t want to ept his kindness. Her throat was parched, and she felt extremely


    ufortable.


    But the thought of epting anything from Lysander after what he had done was too much; she


    couldn''t let go of her hurt that easily.


    She stared at the straw, lips pressed tightly shut, unwilling to take a sip.